Chapter 70: He’ll Never Understand
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I’m leaving, you seem rather pleased?
… Isn’t that obvious!
Purple Summers wanted to shout: ‘with a villain like you leaving, I’m not just thrilled, I want to set off fireworks to celebrate!
“No.” Purple Summers lowered her eyelashes, concealing the joy in her eyes.
Alexander Summers isn’t genuinely a playboy, of course, he doesn’t laze around at home all day.
Although unsure of his actual identity, Purple Summers knew he wields significant power…
That was one of the reasons she had been wary of him.
Alexander Summers was silent for a long time, contemplating, whilst looking intently at Purple.
In front of him, the girl wore rubber gloves. Following his instructions, she slowly wiped the smooth, fat body of the python with a cloth soaked in medicine. After being cleaned, its scales shone with a glossy sheen and its patterns looked more vibrant.
She has adapted quickly.
Although her repulsion was still evident, at least she was no longer trembling or turning pale.
“Actually…” Alexander Summers began slowly, “Purple can go with me.”
The hand holding the medicine bottle of Purple Summers trembled violently—
The medicine spilled out…
“I was only joking.” Alexander Summers laughed then grabbed a clean towel to wipe the spilled medicine off her.
Purple Summers really wanted to slap him.
Both of them finished looking after Cleo in the bathroom and then brought it back to its feeding box.
This wasn’t an easy task, Cleo was too big and fat, weighing over 100 pounds. Apparently, it had lost much weight from the diet relief given by Alexander Summers, otherwise, it would have been even heavier.
By the time everything was done, Purple Summers was covered in beads of sweat.
She had to take another bath.
After a long scrub, even washing her hair again, ensuring the scent of the snake was no longer lingering on her, she finally relaxed and returned to her room.
Dealing with Alexander Summers left her as exhausted as if she’d fought a war, physically and mentally…
But upon entering, she saw Alexander Summers sitting by the bed.
With a bare upper body, his hair dripping wet, he looked as if he had just taken a bath too.
Purple Summers gasped, turned on her heel and bolted!
She was going to sleep in Atra Blanc’s room!
Alexander Summers pulled her arm from behind, vigorously dragged her into the room, and locked the door with a swift motion.
He may have locked a door, but for Purple Summers, he had also locked any hope from her life!
She was almost out of control, furiously pounding at the man in front of her! Unaffected by her attacks, his iron-crafted arms lifted her, tossed her onto the bed, and pressed her down—
In that moment, Purple Summers remembered how she had been humiliated on this very bed!
Her eyes instantly welled up!
“Alexander Summers! Don’t you dare overstep!”
She’s not a pushover! If she was enduring it all, it was only because she wanted the truth about her victimization. She wasn’t willing to cause a stir and attract unnecessary attention!
But all of this, only if Alexander Summers knew where to draw the line!
Alexander Summers, lying on top of Purple Summers, studied her intently from above.
She looked like she was at the end of her tether, her eyes glowing red, an anger in her expression indicating she was ready to fight him till the end.
Alexander Summers felt a sudden pang of regret…
To him, Purple Summer’s flaring temper resembled an angry kitten, hardly posing a threat.
But he never wanted to upset her.
It was only that… he had been hoping for too long, a sudden attainment threw him off balance.
“Sleep, I won’t touch you.” Alexander Summers pulled her down, his hoarse voice filled with fatigue, “Tomorrow, I am leaving.”
Tomorrow, Alexander Summers was leaving.
Perhaps his words instilled hope in Purple Summers. The tension that had been binding her instantly faded.
Once someone was given hope, the courage to fight to death couldn’t be conceived.
Purple Summers was frozen, bewildered.
She couldn’t understand why sometimes Alexander Summers acted like a ruthless bully, but other times, he seemed to love her sincerely?
This thought crossed her mind, only to be promptly dismissed by Purple Summers herself!
Suzanne Saunders, he’s merely playing with you based on mood, are you actually feeling that he loves you because he decided to spare you once?! Do you have Stockholm Syndrome?!
He’s a madman! A maniac! Does a maniac understand love?